Book 1 of “50 Scales of Grey”

Dinos Are A Girl’s Best Friend

By Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2018 @ Pornelope

~~  All characters in this book are over 18.  ~~

Tyrannosaurus Rex was one of the largest, most vicious dinosaurs of all time. All the archaeology and history books said so.

Well, the scientists could say whatever they wanted…but Shanna knew for a fact that they’d gotten it all wrong.

Oh, sure, Rexes definitely stood over twenty feet high and nearly forty feet long, with teeth like scimitars and an ungainly carriage that was immensely strong, but not built for speed or maneuverability.

But that was where solid archaeological knowledge ended, and fiercely-guarded theories took over.

Everyone had assumed that the massive lizards were cold-blooded and reptilian, covered with thick scaly hides to protect them from other predators. Stupid, too, and far too solitary to live or hunt in packs. They’d scavenged carcasses when they couldn’t kill live prey, and had ruled primeval earth like vengeful gods with personalities that rivaled the crankiest crocodile with a fang-ache.

The reality was, their upper bodies were layered with unbelievably plush multicolored fur…and the skin on their bellies was so velvety-soft that they were sought out by swarms of tiny heat-seeking mammals every single night. They hated it, and watching a T-Rex stagger to its enormous feet and shake off hundreds of chittering squirrels and field mice was hilarious.

But Shanna didn’t dare laugh aloud…because there was one other thing the scientists never could have predicted.

They were also telepathic.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. The research lab that had paid handsomely to transport her into the distant past had miscalculated rather dramatically. She should have gone about 3.3 billion years back. Instead, they’d only sent her 66 million years…give or take a few thousand.

She’d stepped into the glowing transmat device armed with everything from nuclear-powered prospecting tools to a virtually indestructible protective suit that could extract pure oxygen from the most hostile environment. She’d been loaded with several months’ worth of food, water, and enough survival supplies to outfit an entire lunar base.

She’d expected to enter a world where volcanos spewed fiery lava (and hopefully several trillion credits’ worth of raw diamonds) into the smoky air with every frequent eruption. They were so desperately needed for interstellar research that every nation on earth had joined together to finance this incredibly expensive trip; the cost was nothing compared to the gain if her mission was successful.

Instead, she’d materialized in a lush pastoral valley layered with fragrant thigh-high grass, delicate floral aromas, and the sweetest water she’d ever tasted.

The scientists of her far-distant era had believed that dinosaurs and mammals had lived in different time periods, and that the emergence of grasses and flowers had sealed the dinosaurs’ grim fate. How they’d goggled with disbelief when she’d sent them videos of hadrosaurs munching happily on ferns and Forsythia, while prehistoric rabbits and voles danced around their huge splayed feet.

And while it was true that Rexes did have horrible tempers when riled, watching them herd a flock of plump Heptodon or Pseudolabis from one pasture to another was awe-inspiring. They worked in perfect coordination, emitting deep rumbles and stamping the ground to chivvy the placid prehistoric deer or slow-witted dromedaries back and forth.

Shanna had learned to make herself scarce when fights broke out between two alpha males, or if a competing predator began stalking the herds. It might be a stunning sight…but when Godzilla and Rodan fought, it didn’t matter who won. Tokyo would always be destroyed. She didn’t intend to share the same fate; the enormous bonuses that were accruing for every exquisite diamond she sent through the transmat were ample incentive to remain alive and healthy. When she returned, she’d never be a contract worker—a lowly slave in more colloquial terms—again. She would live like a queen. If that wasn’t reason to take care in this dangerous prehistoric world, nothing was!

With that in mind, she’d made camp in a narrow gorge where nothing larger than a Dryosaurus could fit. Her weatherproof tent had instantly conformed itself to the rocky contours and, since the gorge was nearly fifty meters deep, she’d been able to safely store all the supplies ConCen had sent with her. Nothing but clean air could breach the enviro-tent’s powerful force-field, not even hard-driven rain.

Diamonds were nearby, just like the scientists had predicted. But instead of laying in easily-accessible glittering heaps on the rocky surface, they were buried beneath a billion years’ worth of accumulated topsoil. Nothing about this journey, she sighed as she took another reading on her sensitive seismographic equipment, had been easy.

“Timmy!” When the sensor beeped, she turned and waved a hand. The young dinosaur basking in the middle of the field glanced up, then galloped over swiftly enough to rattle her teeth. “Whoa, slow down! You’ll mess up my calibration!”

The youngster bent down and nuzzled his enormous muzzle against her windblown hair in an affectionate caress. Then he peered at the box in her hand, and whiffled a question.

“It says we have to travel six kilometers northeast,” she responded with a vague frown. “That means either traipsing right through the Mating Field at the height of the season, or going the other direction entirely, and tramping through the delta swamp for an extra week.”

His answering snort was strong enough to blow back her tangled blonde hair.

“No, I don’t want to tramp through the swamp, either,” she muttered. “But we nearly got killed going through the Mating Field last year. And a T-Rex in rut doesn’t care what’s intruding…he’ll mash it to paste!”

Timmy’s golden eyes dilated, then contracted to tiny pinpoints.

“No.” Shanna vigorously shook her head. “It’s just not safe. And you might be able to outrun an adult, but I can’t. We’ll just have to hope the delta swamp isn’t too flooded.”

It would add weeks to their journey, though…and the rainy season might start any day. A muddy swamp would make traveling unpleasant; a flooded swamp would be impassible. Then add the extra weight of sledging back dozens of ten-million carat rough diamonds…

Timmy followed her troubled thoughts with effortless ease, and responded by thumping clumsily onto the ground beside her. She couldn’t help chuckling when he rolled onto his back, lashed his tail back and forth to maintain his balance, and then started pinwheeling his short forearms in mid-air. “You’re silly,” she chided…but felt her spirits rise when she clambered up and sprawled across his soft belly. It was like floating on warm, plush velvet…an utterly sybaritic experience that she never declined.

“I know you think we can make it,” she continued, resting her cheek on one well-padded rib. “Sure, they do have to sleep sometime. But they sleep lightly at the best of times, and even lighter during mating season. One cracked twig could get us both killed.”

Timmy stopped waving his stubby arms, and curled the two claws that made up his right ‘hand’ into a curving arch. Six-inch talons that could have torn an Allosaurus to shreds moved lightly up and down her spine, scratching the persistent itch where she’d backed into a towering stinging nettle bush several weeks ago.

Shanna sighed with blissful pleasure. Timmy always knew right where the discomfort was, and never pressed too hard against her sensitive skin.

The bond between them had grown slowly, and it was one that no far-distant scientist could have anticipated. She’d only been in-country for six months when she’d stumbled on the frantically thrashing baby dinosaur half-mired in a quicksand bog. Instinct had kicked in…her psych evaluation scores had accurately tagged her as a loner, but her problem-solving skills had been amazingly high…and she’d launched into motion before her brain had caught up with her feet. She’d securely interwoven her heavy ten-ton test line between three boulders, then waded out to loop the other end around his struggling body. The muck had tried to drag her down, too, but she’d managed to pull herself free and, using the boulders as a crude block-and-tackle, she’d slowly hauled the squalling baby to solid ground.

It was only after they’d both collapsed in a gasping heap, and she’d seen his absurdly tiny forearms and sharp teeth, that she’d realized he was a T-Rex. And by then it hadn’t mattered, because he’d already been nuzzling against her like a forlorn puppy, and rumbling deep in his throat. His rhythmic purring had soothed her, and she’d slept easily for the first time since her unexpected arrival.

When she’d tried to continue on her way the next morning, he’d toddled after her, and rubbed against her every time she’d stopped to catch her breath. He simply would not be left behind. It was annoying, amusing…and oddly heartwarming. And Shanna, who’d been feeling the crushing weight of loneliness, had eventually welcomed his clumsy company.

If the slave warren could only see me now, she’d thought wryly when he’d hunkered down across from her flickering campfire and hungrily devoured the long-eared proto-rabbit she’d killed for him. Playing nursemaid to a five-foot predator who will quintuple in size over the next ten years! Those claws could already tear me apart. Why aren’t I afraid of him?

Because he was so pathetically helpless, she’d finally decided. Someone should have been hunting for him, caring for him. Without a mother’s care, he’d starve to death long before he could catch his own food.

She’d woken to find him snuggling happily against her, and in a rare moment of sentimental weakness, she’d named him Tim after the rugged lover she’d been forced to leave behind in the 25th century. The furry baby had accepted her designation with a happy rumble, and had continued to tag along behind her as one day had stretched into another, and another, and another.

It had taken her a long time to realize Timmy was telepathic; she’d attributed her strangely vivid dreams to eating native foods and working long hours with the nuclear-powered excavator. But gradually their bond had deepened. By the time she’d returned with the anti-grav sledge bulging with glittering diamonds of every shape, size, and color, she’d accepted that he could read her emotions, broadcast his own to her, and even understand some of her direct thoughts.

Within a year he’d been thinking to her in actual words…and she’d been horrified by his tragic story.

He wasn’t a true-blooded T-Rex. His father was a mighty leader who’d rampaged into the Mating Field during the Allosaurus rituals, and run down a slender young female who’d been flirting with her favored male. He’d covered her, planted his own seed in her—and nearly killed her in the process—then had headed off again in search of a mate his own size.

Timmy’s dam had dutifully laid her single egg, nurtured it against predators, and fed him for the first several weeks after he’d hatched. But it had been clear from the start that he was…different. Puny compared to the T-Rex hatchlings, but a giant beside the smaller Allosaurus, he’d been mocked and harassed until finally he’d run away to escape their sharp talons and teeth. If Shanna hadn’t found him in the quicksand bog, he would have quickly perished.

She’d never considered herself maternal, but there was no denying that she’d come to love the awkward little dinosaur who’d so quickly grown to a gawky eleven feet at the shoulders. He was still smaller than his father’s kind, but towered over the swift-moving Allosaurus. He was nearly as fast as them, too, easily able to outpace the cumbersome T-Rexes.

Over the next five years, she’d watched him fill out and become a strong, graceful creature. Small he might be compared to his sire…but he was quick, clever, and far more intuitive than either of his parents.

That was her doing, she supposed. Timmy worked with her every day, and by this time their link was so deep that they shared most thoughts as a whole. It was an odd bonding…but perhaps not so surprising in retrospect. Two needy souls had found each other, and he’d been young and adaptable enough to match his thought-waves to hers.

He’d been totally bewildered by her response to that first mating season…though she couldn’t communicate telepathically with anyone but him, her innate empathy had been boosted to unbelievable levels. And mating dinosaurs broadcast their emotions on a very wide band.

She’d woken in the night hornier than she’d ever been before, aching right to the core for hot lusty sex. Moaning, she’d groped in the darkness for the lover who should be there waiting…and her flailing hand had closed over a smooth piece of bone she’d found earlier that day in the field. It was rounded on one end, and nearly as thick as her wrist. She’d planned to send it back with her next load of diamonds, because the paleontologists were frothing for any samples she could provide. Instead, she’d instinctively used it on herself, and had masturbated until she’d nearly passed out from the exquisite pleasure of being filled right to the brim with a hard shaft that would never shrivel with exhaustion.

Timmy had shared her turbulent emotions; she’d heard him thrashing around in his sleep when she’d finally collapsed with fatigue. But he hadn’t understood the experience, even though she’d repeated it every night for a full month, until every primary species had cycled through its mating season.

The next year, she’d been ready. In her spare time, she’d carved the bone into a fair replica of a man’s thick cock. Its bulging mushroom-cap crown tapered slightly, and she’d replicated veins along its impressive length. Timmy had seemed mildly bemused whenever she’d practiced with it…but when the next mating season had arrived, his interest had been piqued, and he’d watched her intently.

Since then, they’d anticipated each successive mating season with mixed emotions. Timmy enjoyed the spontaneous bursts of pleasure she derived from masturbating for hours…and so did Shanna. But totally losing control of her body and willpower terrified her. What if, someday, the passion overwhelmed her so completely that she dashed onto the Mating Field just like one of the Rex females?

Mating season was almost upon them again, and she quailed from the prospect even as her pulse quickened with erotic excitement. The Boner always made a good substitute for the lusty male contact she’d left far behind…and during mating season, every sensation was magnified a thousand-fold. The pleasure was so intense that she could barely even breathe!

Soon Timmy would feel the urge himself, and leave her to search for a mate. It was the proper way of things, she knew…but sick dread pooled in her belly at the mere thought of seeing him lying broken and bleeding on the ground. When neither side would accept him, every attempt would end in failure…possibly even death.

I won’t leave you. He changed the angle of his larger claw, so that it massaged her back instead of scratching it.

“Oh, of course you will,” she argued, even as every muscle in her body relaxed with blissful pleasure. “You’re growing up, Timmy. You’ll want to find a mate soon. I hope you’ll be able to.”

I won’t leave you. He repeated it more firmly. Then he hesitated. The mating dance is beginning, can you feel it?

She could.

Dinosaurs avoided the transmat as though it was poisonous; not even mating rut could force them near it. Once she’d learned that, she’d kept it running continuously, despite the enormous cost. ConCen had reluctantly agreed once she’d sent them visual footage of several hundred building-sized Rexes fighting and mating with unrestrained passion. The equipment that transported their precious diamonds through time and space must not be damaged.

A single valley away, though, the earth was trembling as every Rex in a hundred miles converged on the Mating Field, stomping immense feet and swishing their powerful tails in the formalized ritual that preceded their frenzied rutting.

“What does it do to you?” Shanna whispered, gulping as her throat went bone-dry with raw lust. “Are you only feeling it through me, or do you feel the need yourself?”

I feel it. Confusion and a strange elation flooded the dinosaur’s deep mental voice. Shanna, I feel it so strongly!

His skin was twitching rhythmically beneath her sprawled body. Concerned, she levered herself up on one elbow, then gasped. A long, smooth mass was rising from his cloaca. She’d always known that Rexes possessed sexual organs, but she’d never expected to see one up-close!

Fascinated, she leaned closer to examine it. More and more kept appearing, until it was jutting up nearly five feet above his body. The musky scent that emanated from it was oddly pleasant. Curiously she touched it with one finger, and felt a tremor ripple through his entire muscular frame.

It was silky-smooth. Not as soft as his tensed stomach, but not leathery, either. It felt like fine suede, she decided, and boldly laid her entire palm against it.

Bumps suddenly appeared on its length in random spots, and grew until they were several inches long. She jerked her hand away, then realized what she was seeing. Male dogs had barbs on their penises to hold the female in place until mating was finished; Rexes must have the same kind of barbs on theirs. They weren’t sharp or spiky, but she was sure they’d do an excellent job. Compensation for their spindly little forearms, she decided.

Timmy was shaking all over now, and rumbling deep in his throat. Anxiously she reached out telepathically, and sensed his baffled arousal through their intimate emotional link.

This is what you feel, he moaned as the ritual’s pace increased, and the distant stamping became more forceful. Shanna, I’m afraid! Help me, please!

How could she possibly help him? It wasn’t like she could pretend to be a female dinosaur, and ride his immense shaft that was visibly throbbing in the late afternoon sunlight! Even perching on the bumps, if she was ever crazy enough to risk such a thing, would be sheer insanity!

Desperately she wished for The Boner, but it was safely tucked away in her tent at the other end of the valley. Shanna moaned, and tore at her jumpsuit until it peeled off her sweating body. There was only one thing she could do…push herself into a fierce orgasm, and hope that sharing her pleasure would satisfy his own burgeoning need.

Panting, she plunged two fingers into her soaking-wet pussy, and began to rock her hand back and forth in a vigorous rhythm. It wasn’t enough…it was never enough! But quicksilver pleasure began to chase through her veins like warm honey, and her panting cries filled the air.

There! Feverishly she bucked up and down as the first climax washed over her. Oh, yeah!

Again! Timmy’s eager rumble goaded her into continuing. It feels so good!

It did. Every year it was incredible…but this year was even better, because Timmy was experiencing it himself. Her baby boy was growing up.

The next wave swamped her so suddenly that she barely had time to prepare for it. Breathlessly she fell back, and waited for the sky overhead to stop spinning.

Harsh triumphant screams began to echo from the Mating Field. Someone’s getting fucked hard, Shanna thought with a giddy laugh. Lucky girl!

Her hand began to move again, and she eagerly stroked her sensitive breasts in rhythm. Beneath her, Timmy shuddered with delight. His tail whipped back and forth so violently that he nearly toppled over. Instinctively she grabbed for a handhold…and her searching fingers curled around one of the swollen barbs.

The shockwave that jolted through his long body nearly shook her off, and she wrapped both arms around his pulsing shaft to keep from tumbling to the ground.

Shanna! Timmy’s voice suddenly rose in a full-throated bellow that nearly shattered her eardrums. Shannnnnnnnnnaaaaaa!

His entire body convulsed, and she held on for dear life as she was flung from side to side.

Then something wet splattered against her bare thighs. Dizzily she peered up at the sky. Had the rains started?

No! Timmy’s wild thrashing was slowing, and the musky scent was overpoweringly strong.

Oh, God! Suddenly she burst into hysterical laughter, and nearly lost her desperate grip. Timmy had just experienced his first climax. She’d just had sex with a dinosaur!

She didn’t know whether to be secretly thrilled or appalled. Sex with a dinosaur!

Well, okay, maybe she really hadn’t, in the strictest sense. After all, it wasn’t like she’d given him a blowjob or even a hand job…and she certainly hadn’t impaled herself on that massive penis that was bigger than she was! She couldn’t even wrap both arms around it!

But he’d definitely responded to her pleasure…and when she’d touched him, then clung to his surging shaft to keep from falling, he’d ejaculated massive amounts of sperm into the air.

Dino-cum, she thought, and snickered a little. Better be careful, or he’ll drown you next time!

Next time?

Well, yeah, there would certainly be a next time…a whole month of next times, actually, until mating season was over, and life went back to normal. Or what passed for it in the primitive Cretaceous age.

Not that she’d be touching him again. That had been an accident.

He’d liked it, though, a whole lot. And so, if she was brutally honest with herself, had she. Oh, not in any kinky bestiality sense. But just as he’d enjoyed her climaxes…yes, she’d enjoyed his, too. That sudden, unexpected burst of ecstasy had rocked her right to the core.

Admit it, you want to feel it again.

She probably would, the next time one of the adult Rexes mounted a willing female. Timmy wouldn't be able to help responding, now that he knew what the mating ritual was all about.

They're starting again. His mental voice was husky with emotion. Will the same thing happen to me this time, Shanna?

"Probably." Her throat was bone-dry again, and she shivered as the rhythmic pounding ricocheted through her tingling body like lightning bursts. "Do you want me to touch you again?"

Yes! Rapt enthusiasm energized him, and his slowly shrinking member… You might as well call it a cock, Shanna, because that sure is what it looks like, she thought in wry amusement… rose up ramrod-straight again. Just like before, long bumps grew in random patterns all over it. They ranged from two inches long to nearly a foot in places, and some were nearly as thick as The Boner.

It looked, she decided, rather like a long, thick spiny desert cactus. Gives new meaning to being a prick, doesn't it?

Cautiously she slid one finger along the nearest barb. She hadn't been mistaken; it was soft on the surface, steely-hard inside. Just like a man’s aroused cock.

Beneath her, Timmy quivered with rising excitement. That feels so good, Shanna. It feels…ohhh… His startled rumble rose sharply when she curled her hand around it and began to stroke up and down, just like she'd done with other slaves back in the crowded warren. Oh, Shanna! Don't stop!

It seemed incredible that she could give him such pleasure…it must be because they were so tightly bonded! But there was no denying the rush of delight that pulsed through his reeling mind when she quickened the pace.

Shanna…Shanna!

He was able to maintain control longer this time, so she drew out the experience by varying her speed, and lightly squeezing the barb in both hands. It pulsed just like a human cock, and that made her own body throb with lusty excitement. How she wished The Boner was here, so she could plunge it deep into her aching pussy, and pound herself right into an explosive orgasm!

This time, when his control snapped, she knew what to expect. She wrapped both arms around his rigid cock and held on tight as his entire body thrashed wildly. Then his spine arched in glorious release, and thick jets of sperm geysered through the darkening sky.

When he finally sagged back with a gusty sigh, she released her death-grip, and nestled between his ribs so she could energetically masturbate her way to an equally delightful climax.

It wasn't enough…it was never enough.

But it was awfully damned good.

Morning found them still across the wide valley from her camouflaged enviro-tent. There would be no hunting today; every herd animal would have scattered in mindless terror. They'd have to broach her supply of stored goods for breakfast, and probably for lunch and dinner, too.

Timmy's muscular legs seemed a little shaky when he rolled over and staggered to his feet, and Shanna couldn't entirely blame him. His first sexual experience had been explosive, and she'd kept it going for hours by alternately stroking him and then herself. The silvery moon had long-since set by the time they'd finally fallen into a deep, drugged sleep.

No sleeping now…the males are rutting again, she thought, sliding down to the ground. The once-high grass was flattened and torn where Timmy's long tail had thrashed wildly; it looked like a bloodless massacre had taken place there. Amused, she tilted her head back and peered up at her unlikely companion. "Feeling better today?" she teased.

He didn't answer; his attention was focused on the distant Mating Field.

I want to do it again, he finally told her. But not just during the mating season. I want to do it all the time!

Shanna burst into startled laughter. "I've corrupted you!" she smirked. "But I don't think even mentally bonding with me is going to change your body's instinctive rhythms, Timmy. You'll want to breed when you need to breed. And Rexes only feel the need just before the rainy season begins.”

I want to do it all the time. Stubbornness resonated through his deep mental voice. If you can do it all the time, and we're bonded mates, why can't I?

"Mates?" That rocked her, and she gaped up at him in stunned horror. "No, Timmy, I can't be your mate! I'm a human! You need a dinosaur mate!"

He spun around so fast, gnashing his razor-sharp teeth, that she took an instinctive step backwards. None of them want me. None of them! You're the only one who's ever cared about me! You love me…and I love you! His fierce tone softened as he lowered his gigantic head and nuzzled her tangled hair. I don't want any of them to join me in the dance. Only you, Shanna.

What could she say, what could she do? Shaken, she wrapped both arms around his trembling muzzle, and gave him a fervent hug. "I do love you, Timmy," she murmured. "But what you're asking just isn't physically possible. We're not even close to the same species. I can stroke you, the way I did last night…but that's all. I can't give you what you really need."

And he couldn’t give her what she really needed, either.

Climb on my back.

His command was so unexpected that she blinked in confusion. Timmy had never suggested that she ride him before, and she'd never asked because it seemed so…demeaning. He was her equal in every way, not a herd-beast to be saddled and controlled.

"Timmy, are you sure?"

For answer, he hunkered down as low as he could go without toppling forward, and stretched his tiny forearm out so she could climb up to his shoulder. She considered the stubby spines ranging down the length of his back…most had been worn down to rounded knobs because he so enjoyed rolling in the grass…then carefully settled between two short ones. They were about six inches long, nearly as thick as her wrist, and polished smooth.

The moment he started moving, she realized his intent. The knobs rubbed her delightfully, fore and aft, teasing her sensitive folds until she was panting raggedly, and clinging to him in dizzy elation.

When you feel it, I feel it, he told her, and emphasized his meaning by releasing his long penis from its protective sheath. It dangled beneath him, swaying erotically against the grass, as he lumbered slowly along. If riding me makes you feel it, then you should always ride me. And then I'll always be able to share it with you.

She was too thoroughly aroused to muster any feeble protests. Sensations were cascading through her too fiercely to combat…and they were enhanced, she realized, by the frenzied activity in the adjoining valley. Four different pairs of Rexes were energetically mating, and the force of their spiraling ecstasy was echoing in her reeling brain like Chinese gongs.

"Oh, God!" She moaned suddenly, and her eyes went blind. She was cumming…great stars, she was cumming so hard! Spasm after spasm ripped through her shuddering body. Instinctively she ground her straining thighs hard against Timmy's forward knob, then the rear one, in a crazy rocking rhythm. How she longed to feel one of them thrusting deep into her aching pussy! She'd ride it like a dervish until her cries rivaled the Rexes…

Timmy's enormous feet had stopped, and his gigantic frame was vibrating with excitement. Hurry, Shanna! he begged, flexing his swollen cock so that it bobbed rigidly up and down. Hurry!

Breathlessly she rocked faster, and panted with frenzied delight. If only she could rise up just a little, then sink back down…

His back was too broad; her feet couldn't gain a purchase against his soft fur. Frustrated, she grabbed the forward knob, and vigorously rubbed her tingling pussy against it.

Overload! A strangled scream tore from her throat as the seductive rhythm pushed her right over the edge of another glowing orgasm. Had she ever cum so hard before?

Timmy matched her explosive response by trumpeting loudly, and releasing gush after gush across the trampled ground.

I never want to stop, he exclaimed, swaying with heady reaction. Never, ever, ever!

They slept for several hours, oblivious to thundering roars as the alpha male who could only be Timmy's lusty sire mounted one female after another and pounded his way into increasingly vigorous climaxes. But they felt it, and woke with a panicked jolt, when he finally collapsed in sheer exhaustion, and the earth beneath them shook.

Timmy's rigid shaft shot out so abruptly that it nearly ripped through its protective membrane. Shanna's eyes widened in fascinated awe. Every time it seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and the barbs were becoming more clearly defined. What would it feel like to sink down on one, and ride it like her ex-lover's massive cock? There would be no ejaculation; that came from the massive crown that, she swore, was looking more and more human every time. But it would be warm and smooth, and if she closed her eyes, it just might feel like a human cock.

No. Absolutely not. She was depraved for going as far as she had; no one must ever learn that she'd shared even the mildest pleasure with a dinosaur!

But this wasn't just any dinosaur. It was Timmy…her soulmate, her only true friend in this strange, hostile world.

Bestiality?

How could it be when dinosaurs were the dominant species here? If anything, he was the one guilty of lowering himself, and trying to mate with an inferior creature.

Emotional bonding doesn't matter…it's still wrong, wrong, wrong!

And oh, so right!

Rising, she hurried into her tent, and returned a few moments later with The Boner. Timmy watched in trembling excitement as she wriggled out of her snug jumpsuit, then clambered onto his upturned stomach. "I don't care if it's wrong," she told him, and laid down so that her legs were straddling the base of his enormous cock. "We can't escape it, so let's share it together."

He quivered all over when she scooted a little closer, and began to tease her slick folds with the big bone dildo. It slid easily between her sensitive folds, and she softly moaned with delight. "Now I'm going to push it inside me," she panted, then gasped raggedly as its thick rounded crown began to penetrate her aching pussy. "Oh God, yeah! And now…" She groaned again, and scooted down even more until the bone's smooth base was pressing against Timmy's solid cock.

Instinctively her legs tightened, and The Boner plunged deeper. "I think this is as close as we're ever going to get!" she rasped, and began to arch her hips in a seductive rhythm. "So fuck me, Timmy! Fuck me hard, and make me cum!"

He rocked his own hips, and their combined motion set up a cadence that was shockingly intense. Shanna's eyes bugged wide as rippling spasms tore through her clenching muscles. Her legs were wrapped around a hard, warm mass just like a real lover, and The Boner was plunging in and out just like a real cock. After nearly ten long years, the sensations were absolutely exquisite!

Her voice rose in a wordless scream of ecstasy as Timmy rocked back and forth, exulting in her stunning pleasure. Higher and higher and higher she soared, and his own excitement climbed with her…until finally his youthful control shattered, and his swelling cock exploded in a wild firestorm of blissful pleasure. Slippery bursts erupted and shot high into the clear mid-afternoon sky, then rained down in milky torrents. Shanna laughed in giddy delight as wet spatters splashed on her shuddering body and upturned face. She'd gone this far, who would ever know or care if she dared to taste and savor his musky essence?

I want you to ride me again, Timmy urged when they finally recovered long enough to eat a very late dinner. You know it'll feel really, really good, Shanna. I want you to feel good that way. It makes me feel even better than what they're doing. And he glanced out into the darkness, where the erotic sounds of mating dinosaurs was continuing unabated.

Shanna blinked up at him in surprise. "You can't know that," she protested.

Yes, I can. His massive head swiveled back around, and his eyes gleamed golden in the muted firelight. You can only hear me…but I can hear them just as clearly as I hear you. What we do together is better. They rut, and they feel pleasure…but the pleasure is only in their bodies. I feel…more. Inside me, I feel…

He didn't have the words to express himself clearly, but she understood. "You love me, and that makes it more intense."

Yes. His head bobbed up and down in fervent agreement. So I want you to ride me again…and this time, do what you thought of before. Use my ridges to fill yourself. Further up my neck, the ridges are smaller, but closer together. Please, Shanna! Make me feel what we did earlier!

She wanted to…but pushing against him was radically different from pushing onto him. Was she crossing too many lines? Was she turning into some kind of evil, corrupt monster?

He wanted it…and so did she. Resolutely she faced up to her own churning desire. Twisted it might be, but she could no more escape it than she could escape those passionate bellows resounding through the still night air. She wanted to fuck the living daylights out of this dinosaur. The physical release was stunning. The harmonic mental release was…staggering!

"All right." Gulping, she rose, and scrambled up his heavily-muscled side. The longer fur along his neck gave her plenty of easy handholds. His growing excitement propelled her on, and she climbed the last several feet with hands that shook with fierce anticipation. "Oh, Timmy!" Gingerly she swung one leg across his spines, and ran her fingers over the bony knobs that jutted up through his silky fur. "You were right—they're perfectly spaced!"

Climb up further!

"No, I can't. They'll be too close together," she protested. "I won't be able to ride one comfortably…"

She gasped suddenly, and her eyes bugged wide. "You can't be serious!"

You like it that way, he countered with a wide, toothy grin. You dream about it all the time.

Did she? It was rare that she actually remembered her dreams…but if anyone would know her secret desires, it was surely Timmy.

Yes, she did love getting double-fucked. Back in the slave warrens, sex had been a free-for-all. To want was to take, or receive. There had been no laws except those necessary to survive. Their masters hadn't cared whether they'd slept alone or engaged in massive nightly orgies, as long as they were fit to work the next day.

Shanna had engaged in the orgies every chance she'd gotten…and had always worked doubly hard the next day.

Three feet further up his neck, where she could grasp the leathery scales that rimmed his skull, she found the perfect pair of rounded knobs. The forward one was slightly longer and wider than the one below, and its bulbous cap was smooth. Her mouth began to water.

"This is crazy. You know that, right?" she panted, even as she eagerly moved into position, and lowered herself just enough that the smooth bone ridges teased her tingling wet folds.

For those you left behind, yes. But for us…this is right, Shanna. This is ecstasy for you and me!

She didn't need any further convincing. Strangled moans echoed in her throat as she eased down…carefully at first, then with increasing confidence. She'd been right, the spacing was absolutely perfect! One hardened crown was thrusting up into her aching pussy, and the other was teasing her tight anal rim. Air began to rasp in her lungs as she rocked faster, and felt them penetrate deeper and deeper until they were filling her to bursting!

"Timmy!" She screamed his name as violent spasms tore through her in an unending flood of pure sensation. "Oh, God, Timmy!"

It wasn't just the physical pleasure…he was absorbing her climaxes, enhancing them with his own budding excitement, then channeling the emotions back into her reeling mind. Then he was doing it again, and pushing her higher and higher and higher!

"Timmmmmmmmmmmmmy!"

She was laying in the grass, staring blindly up at the brilliant blue sky. How long had she been sprawled on the spongy ground? Had she fallen off Timmy's neck when that final explosive orgasm had shredded every nerve in her lithe body?

You fell, he confirmed, from a few feet away. I caught you. Does it still hurt?

Shanna aimed a jaundiced scowl in his direction. Her body didn't just hurt, it ached with the sweetest pain she'd ever experienced. Even during the wild warren orgies, she'd never fucked anyone so hard that she'd passed out! Her delightfully abused pussy throbbed, and her tight anal passage felt stretched beyond belief.

"I feel wonderful," she admitted, then stretched both arms wide in joyful delight. "I feel absolutely incredible!"

Dinosaurs didn't laugh…but she was sure his deep rumbling was the therapod equivalent of a smug chuckle. So do I.

Across the valley, higher-pitched squealings were ringing through the air. The Rexes had finished their mating ritual, and now the Allasaurus females were enticing their males to join the dance. "I don't think I'll be able to have sex again for a while," she confided with a rueful shrug. "But it sure was fantastic!"

Yes, you can.

Oh yeah, he was sounding smug, all right…as well he might, when he'd not only enjoyed his first successful mating season, but gotten more from it than any other Rex on the planet.

"I really don't think so," she began…then hesitated. "Why? What are you thinking?"

She would have sworn that his broad grin turned coy. Well, he responded with a decidedly sly wink, if I can enhance your pleasure, can't I also remove your pain?

Shanna blinked up at him in amazement. "Can you? Really?"

The throbbing ache began to subside, and in its place she felt an incredible sense of euphoria. "Oh, wow!" she gasped, rolling her eyes in wonder. "That's amazing…and kind of scary!"

I would never influence you against your will.

She knew that, and yet…

Well, it didn't matter right now. "Obviously you have something energetic in mind," she teased, propping herself up on one elbow so she could eye his swaying erection with a lustful grin. "Care to let me in on the secret?"

He wriggled his hips, and his massive cock bobbed up and down. I know I can’t fill you the way they do, he admitted, canting his head toward the adjoining valley. But the barbs are the right size, aren’t they? And I liked the way it felt when you wrapped your arms around my…my cock. If you held onto it and rode the barbs the way you rode my neck ridges…

Warm. Smooth. Alive.

Shanna groaned with heady anticipation.

Eagerly she scrambled up. Her body felt light and full of energy, as though she hadn’t spent the last two days having continuously explosive sex. There would be a price to pay when Timmy’s firm mental control lapsed…but she’d pay that price willingly, and count it worth the cost!

Where guilty shame had troubled her before, now she felt only keen anticipation. Timmy was right. The so-called ‘civilized’ world was many million years away. She was the only human alive on the planet…and she had intense needs that he could satisfy.

Perhaps someday, after she’d returned to her own time, he’d find a proper mate with one of the other Rex/Allosaurus hybrid bastards. He couldn’t be the only one; his sire was too vigorous and lusty, chasing after any twitching tail.

In the meantime, he would be her lover…and she would give back to him all the boundless love and passion he offered her.

“How do we want to do this, Timmy?” she exclaimed, gliding nimble fingers over her swelling breasts. “If you stand above me and forget yourself, you could crush me. So I think you’d better lie on your back. Then if you lose your balance and topple over, I can jump safely into the grass.”

The earth shook beneath her feet as he threw himself down, and rolled over like a playful puppy. But no floppy-eared canine had ever sported a rigid five-foot spiked erection. Her breath caught in awed wonder as it swayed erotically above his quivering belly.

She didn’t take time to reconsider the enormity of what she planned to do. Grinning, she launched herself up his side, and rapidly climbed onto the broad expanse of his ribcage.

“It’s beautiful, Timmy,” she gasped, stroking its swollen length with both hands. Fierce tremors racked his muscular body. Impulsively she wrapped both arms around it, and hugged it tightly. It felt oh, so warm as it vibrated against her tingling skin!

Now ride me! he urged, bobbing it back and forth. Make yourself feel good!

“Not yet!” First she wanted to drive him absolutely wild, and make those barbs swell to truly impressive size. Besides, teasing him would be so much fun!

Smirking, she began to rub her nipples against his hardened length, then swayed into a seductive strip-tease dance. Hoarse rumbles echoed in his chest every time she rubbed against him…first her sensitive breasts, then her curly pubic bush, then the twin mounds of her tight, toned ass. The barbs began to swell.

“What does this feel like, Timmy?” she panted, curling one leg around him like a dancer’s pole, and brazenly grinding her wet pussy against his shuddering length. The erotic sensations made her whimper with delight.

Suddenly her mind blazed with dazzling ecstasy. Stunned, she fell back, and landed in a trembling heap on his velvety stomach. “Oh my God!” she moaned. “Timmy, seriously?”

He’d been holding back on her, only enhancing her pleasure a tiny bit! This uncontrolled barrage of pure sensation was overwhelming!

The need to fuck, fuck, FUCK! was too powerful to resist. Gasping, she hurled herself at his massive cock, and sank down on the nearest barb with a frantic scream of ecstasy.

And now, finally, she understood the simple truth he’d known all along. She would never leave. The massive bonuses she’d been accruing back in the distant future meant nothing compared to this glorious soul-searing passion. No other lover would ever be able to satisfy her the way Timmy could!

Orgasm after orgasm tore through her as she clamped both arms and legs around his pulsing cock, and rode herself into a desperate frenzy. Then she changed position, kneeling on his belly so that a lower barb could penetrate her hot anal passage. The sizzling rhythm he instigated made her scream again, and her head flew back as she came with violent force.

He was as deeply in her mind as he was in her body. She could experience this explosive passion any time she wanted with just a wish, just a thought. She could channel it back into his powerful mind and make him cum a million times harder than any other dinosaur had ever dreamed. They were fully bonded, in the deepest sense of the word, bodies and souls united in a mating frenzy unparalleled throughout all history.

It was enough. And she knew, as his deep voice lifted in a triumphant orgasmic roar, that it would always be enough.

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If you enjoyed “Dinos Are A Girl’s Best Friend,” be sure to check out Book 2 of “50 Scales of Grey”:

PIMP DINO!!!

Shanna and Timmy are the most unlikely mates in all of history…who could have guessed that a human and a dinosaur could be so compatible in every possible way? Having sex with a dinosaur is a thousand times more powerful than even the most intense group orgy!

Then their blissful solitude is broken by the arrival of more humans from the far-distant future. Can Shanna forge a peaceful alliance with the horny Allosaurus dinosaurs by encouraging her friends to take them as mates?

There’s only one way to find out…and the results are likely to be explosive!

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

Laughter—a sound rarely heard so many millennia before humans would conquer these lands—rang out as plates and mugs were filled, and the newcomers felt their tensed nerves relax.

Should we tell them? Timmy thought slyly after the potent Stimbrosia had begun taking effect, and several of Mac’s companions had already shed their durable coveralls. More were showing its effects in flushed faces, unbuttoned collars, and secretive caresses.

She’d been aware of their growing audience, too, and abruptly realized why Stimbrosia was so effective. It didn’t only lower sexual inhibitions, it lowered mental ones, too! The curious Allosaurus gathering in a loose circle behind him were picking up on her friends’ growing sexual energy!

No, she thought back. Let them have their fun tonight. An audience won’t upset them…there’s no privacy in the slave warrens, so everything’s public. But an audience of horny dinosaurs would scare them half to death.

She heard Timmy’s muffled snort of laughter with her mind and her ears, and shot him a quick grin over Mac’s shoulder.

Then she frowned a little when Timmy shot back, What about you? Are you going to have fun with them?

Monogamy was virtually unheard of in the 25th century slave warrens…but Timmy and she had become a bonded pair. The unlikeliest of mates, but mates they were all the same. She hadn’t really given any serious thought to having sex with Mac or any of the others…had she?

He gave her a mental nudge that nearly shoved her right off the fallen log she was using as a bench. She whipped around in surprise, then froze when Mac began tugging off his own jumpsuit. “Too hot,” he explained with a cheerful grin. “You’ve got the right idea, going native like that.”

She hadn’t given any thought to her own skimpy attire, but now she became very conscious of the narrow cloth band circling her lush breasts, and the loose sarong that barely covered her slender hips. She wore nothing beneath it, because that made it easier to scramble up Timmy’s muscular back and ride his bony neck ridges to a screaming climax. When they were roaming the vast continent in search of new diamond caches, he encouraged her to ride him several times a day…and they always had sex at least once after dinner. She did love perching on his swollen barbs, especially when she could angle herself so that two filled her at once!

Sex with a human could never match what she had with her dinosaur mate, she realized with a pang.

Yes, it will. You’ve missed things I can’t do for you. Ride him hard, Shanna, and let him do those things to you. I’ll share it with you, and channel the pleasure back so you cum just as hard as when we have sex.

He’d do that for her?

Of course! I want to experience what humans share together! he told her with a deep, rumbling chuckle. And the Ally’s want to experience it, too. They’re so jealous that you and I are mates!

They wanted to experience human mating?

Her eyes began to gleam with rising excitement.

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Ravished On Raptor Island

Everyone assumes the meters-thick science compound walls are too sturdy to be breached--until one stormy night when the whole world goes mad. Nearly everyone is killed by rampaging dinosaurs. The few survivors scatter across the island and take shelter wherever they can find it.

Cleo barely escapes with her life. She vows that if she survives, she’s going to learn what she’s been missing by finding a virile man and having sex with him as many times as she can.

Gavin is happy to oblige her, but he has his own plans for innocent little Cleo. He intends to ravish her when, where, and how he pleases. She’s in for the ride of her life--and when he’s done with her, she’ll never be the same again!

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

“Gavin? Will you…”

“Damn, you’ve got a one-track mind,” he muttered, and very slowly eased his zipper down so she wouldn’t hear it. “How is it you’re still a virgin?”

Her cheeks burned in the darkness. “My folks are real religious. They didn’t even like it when I smiled at a boy. I don’t know why they always got so bent out of shape…it’s not like I could actually do anything with so many people around all the time.”

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” And when a girl was horny, she had plenty of will. “You ever get off by touching yourself?”

Her cheeks burned even hotter, and she felt the flush spreading down her throat. “No, that’s evil.”

“And yet you want to spread your legs for me and let me fuck you.”

“I want…” The impulsive words seemed to bubble up from nowhere.

“What do you want?” Unseen and, he hoped, unheard, he tugged his cock out and began very slowly stroking it in the darkness. The ripples of pleasure that surged through its impressive length nearly made him moan.

She was silent for a long moment. Then she finally said, “I thought I was going to die, and there’s so much I haven’t seen or done. I want to have sex. Lots of it. I want…”

“This?” Giving into impulse, he found her hand in the dark and led it straight to his rigid cock. “Is this what you want?”

She gasped as hot steel filled her hand, and couldn’t choke back her startled moan of longing. “Gavin, what…?” But she knew. All male animals had one. Even the dinosaurs did.

“You want me to shove that deep inside you and fuck you ’til we both scream?” He was deliberately crude to test her resolve. “I’ll bet even odds you’ll panic and change your mind the moment I spread your legs.”

“I won’t!” She sounded indignant at the very idea.

“I think you will.” He curled his fingers around hers, and showed her how to pump her hand up and down. “I think under all that bravado, you’re just a scared little kid who’s in over her head. What will you do if I turn you around and fuck your tight little ass?

“God, there’s a thought.” He half-groaned it as his eager cock hardened even more. “You’ll be tight as a nun in a whorehouse, but I won’t stop…I’ll just keep pushing it in harder and deeper until it’s buried all the way to my balls. Then I’ll fuck you long and hard, and it won’t matter if you don’t like it, will it?

“No more Mommy and Daddy to protect you from yourself—only big bad men like me who will take what clueless little virgins offer them, because all that matters is feeling alive. That’s what you really want, to feel alive. To know you survived another day.”

“Yes.” She was trembling; he could feel it through their joined fingers. “You make me feel so strange inside! I want to feel whatever you want to do to me, even if it’s to turn me over and…”

If she didn’t shut up soon, he was going to blow a load all the way to the moon!

“I’m not going to fuck you. Not tonight.” He ignored her disappointed whimper. “You’re not ready yet, and we both know it. But…” He gripped her hand harder to cut through her instinctive protest and focus her attention. “…you be a good girl and do what I tell you, and I’ll give you a taste of what you’ve been missing. Deal?”

She wavered for a moment, wanting more but desperately afraid of losing the thick cock clutched in her hand. “Deal,” she finally whispered.

“Good. Lay down.”

Somehow she managed it without releasing him, and he had to give her points for stubbornness. And flexibility.

“Now spread your legs.”

She swallowed hard, but slowly obeyed.

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Dinos Are A Girl’s Best Friend

PIMP DINO!!!

Ravished On Raptor Island